"Where is the shower?" Natasha said as she pulled Nebula up to get off the bed with her.
Without saying a word, Nebula held Natasha's hand and guided her out of the bedroom. With an ass like Nebula's, she could be leading Natasha to the gates of hell for all she cared. As long as she got to look at that tight, firm blue ass, she was in heaven. The trip led down the outside hall where the other bedrooms were. As they travelled down the corridor, Natasha noticed that all the rooms were lifeless, no light or motion to be detected. These weren't rooms for the whole ship, they were exclusively for the Red Order. There must have been about a dozen doors on either side of the hall. Excitement grew in Natasha as she imagined the endless possibilities of women that would eventually fill these rooms.
Eventually they made it to a door to the end of the hall, which Nebula opened to reveal the bathing room. It had everything one could use to get clean. The rooms was like a spa, with an aromatic smell, equipped with rows of showers, bath tubs, massage beds, all surrounding a huge, luxurious hot springs pool. It was almost jarring to see this comfortable, well lit room compared to the rest of the dark and jagged ship.
Nebula continued to lead Natasha to a nearby shower, and turns it on to a comfortably hot temperature. While Natasha rinsed her body, Nebula left to retrieve a tube of what Natasha presumed to be liquid soap. Confirming her thoughts, Nebula emptied out some of the liquid into her hands, and rubbed them together to cause foaming. Watching Nebula silently prepare was arousing enough for Natasha, but then her arousal was surpassed when Nebula pressed her lips and wet body against Natasha.
Blue, soapy hands glided all over Natasha's pale body, lathering her body in what was the best smelling soap to Natasha. This was the first time Nebula really explored Natasha's body, and she was loving every inch of it. From her muscular arms and her hard abs, to her wide hips and small ass. But there was no part of this delectable body Nebula loved more that the voluptuous, round, perfect tits. Whimpering escaped Natasha's lips as Nebula began massaging her wet boobs, ensuring every inch of them were cleaned.
Pleased by her work, Nebula graced a soapy Natasha's neck with many kisses.
"Feeling all clean now?" Nebula whispered seductively.
"Not yet… you missed a spot," Natasha replied. She then recklessly grabbed Nebula's hand and lowered it, pressing the soapy hand against her slit. Instinctually, Nebula plunged her fingers into the slit, the soap serving as a lube. Now pumping her fingers in and out of the wet entrance, Nebula earned sharp gasping from Natasha. With each stroke on her g-spot, Natasha legs grew weaker and weaker, grasping Nebula and burying her face in her neck to prevent herself from doubling over.
"Fuck… Nebula… Nebu-!" Natasha yelped as Nebula used her other hand to make work of Natasha's clit. Pleasure rocketed from Natasha's core, as her pussy clenched around Nebula's fingers inside her. Her legs became jelly, quivering as pleasure flooded her body. Were it not for Nebula, she would have collapsed on the spot.
Though she felt Natasha's explosive climax, Nebula continued to cleverly stroke Natasha's g-spot at the same velocity. Not only did Nebula give Natasha an amazing orgasm, but she had no hesitation in wanting to give her another one. Natasha didn't realize she had to travel space to find a perfect woman like Nebula. Nebula. Damn, even the name left a sweet taste in Natasha's mouth when she moaned it.
But wasn't Nebula supposed to be moaning her name, not vice-versa? Though she was elated to be putty in Nebula's hand, Natasha was determined to keep her dominative position.
Reluctant to end being fingered, Natasha stepped back from Nebula, turned her around, and pushed Nebula face first into the wall beneath the shower. Natasha quickly closed the gap between them, pressing herself against Nebula's behind. Especially distracted from the feeling her hips against Nebula's thick ass, Natasha gripped Nebula's hips and lightly grinding on her.
"You've been such a good girl," Natasha whispered, sending tingles down Nebula's neck, "I think you deserve another treat."
Without hesitation Nebula turned her head and opened her mouth, splaying her tongue out in anticipation. Instead of the usual 'treat', Natasha plunged her thumb into Nebula's mouth, which she then proceeded to suck on like a hungry baby. If she wanted Nebula to scream her name to the heavens, she had to shake things up a bit, and she knew exactly how.
Once her thumb was soaked to her liking, Natasha pulled it out from Nebula's mouth and pressed it against her blue asshole. Nebula gasped with excitement when she realized what was to come next. With surprising ease, Natasha pushed her thumb to delve inside, earning only a soft whimper from Nebula.
"I didn't know you were a little ass slut too," Natasha teased in Nebula's ear.
"It's better for putting bigger things in there…"
An unexpected answer to say the least. On some seduction missions, her targets would insist on anal so she would comply for the job, so she was no stranger to ass play. Since it was requested so often, she even began practicing with her toys at home to get used to it. But always her smaller toys, never her largest. So hearing Nebula preferred larger things came as a shock.
"Tell me," Natasha continued, "who have you been a good ass slut for?"
Remaining silent, Nebula's eyes went wide, shocked from the blunt question. The silence was short-lived when Natasha gave Nebula a fiery spank.
"Tell me," Natasha demanded, inching her thumb out as a threat.
"Proxima!" Nebula blurted out, "and my father, Rocket one time, and, and…" Nebula paused to lick her lips, which was interrupted by another spank echoing through the bathroom.
"Gamora!" Nebula uttered.
The revelation silenced the two women. Now Natasha had to admit she was thrown for a loop with that. She fucked both her dad and sister? Natasha thought she should have felt uncomfortable, but only felt more turned on by Nebula's confession. It was now a dirty little secret they shared. Besides, giving Nebula the benefit of the doubt, maybe incest was more common in space?
Trying to get back into the rhythm, Natasha began twirling and thrusting her thumb in Nebula's ass.
"Well forget all of them," Natasha whispered, "because now you're my ass slut, understood?"
Eagerly, Nebula nodded her head, unable to speak due to being overwhelmed with pleasure. But that wasn't enough for the spy, as she slapped Nebula's ass yet again.
"Understood?" Natasha reiterated.
"Yes! I'm your ass slut only! Only you will fuck my ass!" Nebula cried.
"Good," Natasha said before she sank to her knees.
Nebula's ass was just as perfect up close as it was from afar, Natasha simply couldn't resist. Natasha firmly gripped Nebula's tight ass cheeks and spread them, before plunging her face between the cheeks. A surprise yelp escaped from Nebula's lips, then soothed into steady moaning as Natasha found her rhythm.
Though she had no experience in this specific sort of ass play, Natasha was doing a damned good job convincing Nebula otherwise. Natasha began hungrily lapping and twirling her tongue on the asshole, like she would a pussy.
"Ah… Don't stop!" Nebula moaned.
The sounds of pleasure encouraged Natasha to go even further; she needed Nebula to say her name. Poking the asshole with her tongue, Natasha wrapped her arm around Nebula, then made short work of the alien's clit.
Screams of pleasure filled the bathroom as Nebula's legs became weak, nearing her climax.
"Fuck… fuck… Yes!" Nebula yelled as she gripped Natasha's hair, "fuck me harder!"
Complicit, Natasha spat on Nebula's puckered hole, and buried two fingers inside the ass and thrusted them. This had to do the job, because to be frank, Natasha was running out of tricks.
Losing control, Nebula continuously slapped the wet wall to brace for the sudden influx of euphoria.
"Ah… I'm gonna… Nat… Natty! Natty I'm gonna cu-!" Nebula howled. Her body became tense as is vibrated from being overwhelmed with pleasure. Sweet juices flooded onto Natasha's hand before Nebula sank to sit on the soapy floor. Natasha crawled to sit next to the gasping woman.
"That. Was fucking. Amazing." Nebula said between breaths.
"I'm you liked it," Natasha said, grinning cheek-to-cheek, "you taste so sweet."
Odd thing to say after eating out someone's ass, but all Natasha cared about was ensuring Nebula was comfortable and happy.
"I do?" Nebula cute replied.
"Of course," Natasha said, solidifying her statement by sucking on her fingers.
Nebula couldn't help but giggle and blush, "no one's ever said that about my ass."
"Well, they clearly had shit taste!" Natasha quipped, pun intended.
The two women giggled before Nebula leaned her head on Natasha's shoulder. The human's heart began to palpate; if she weren't so tired she'd fuck Nebula all over again. Together they stared in silence at the soap sink into the drain from the still running shower water. It was a beautiful silence, the two of them were simply enjoying each other's company.
A meteor could crash in her face right now and she wouldn't complain. She did it. Nebula moaned her name! Sort of.
Natasha softly giggled, breaking the silence they basked in; Nebula's head shot up.
"What?" Nebula said offended.
"Oh nothing, nothing!" Natasha said, trying to smooth out any misinterpretations, "It's just… Natty?"
Turning an even darker blue, Nebula dramatically groaned before nuzzling her head back into Natasha.
"I don't where that came from! It just came to mind!" Nebula defended, "and maybe I thought it was cute..."
If they were face-to-face, Nebula's embarrassed expression would have clashed with Natasha's excited one.
"Dumb, I know," Nebula continued.
"No, no!" Natasha pleaded "I actually really like it… You can keep calling me that."
Natasha face was nearly as red as her old hair style when she heard Nebula's adorable chuckle.
"Alright Natty, when are we getting out of this shower?" nebula teased.
"Hmm… five more minutes alright?"
Natasha wished she could have said five hours, but she knew that would be pushing her luck. She wanted to spend as much time as possible with her new team member so to speak. Just feeling Nebula nestle her head made Natasha feel all sorts of feelings. All she knew was whenever she thought of, or even heard the voice of Nebula, her heart fluttered.
What in the actual hell was this feeling?
Notes:
What did you think? I felt like doubling down on the Natasha/Nebula (Nebtasha? Natula?) aspect to add to the so-called plot, so I added this short chapter. I'm interested in hearing what you all think, so leave a comment or review!
And which Marvel gals do you want to see added to the story?